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The night is here to give me
these powers,
and the secret words are screaming
in the shadows.
By demons, ancient like death.

With the power from the purple rock,
in a cavern with powerful evil.
The dark witch is singing loud,
the last poem a dark vision.

Lost symbols are written in stone
and the words are screaming now.
This magic will be our death,
because my son will be the nigth.

The flames from human bones are
burning in fire from the hell.
Secret symbols are calling
the darkness
and the witch is calling his name.

Dark blood from her grail,
infect the infertile ground
to warm the little child.
The last ritual is waiting the blood,
the soul, the painful birth.

Flesh, symbols,
the bastard will be alive.

Dark candles close the circle,
virgin blood in a cup with symbols.
Warm up slowly, waiting her god
to curse the child and become his son.
In a vision, she saw her fate.
Ashes, war, a king of pain.
It's the destiny of the son,
but she must burn to die.

Ashes, it's what she saw, like
the prophecy.
Bloodshed, vision of war,
slaves of my son.
Madness, a world of death.

The flames from human bones
are warming up the child in my hands.
Ancient demons are dancing
in darkness and the witch
is cursing with hate.

Dark blood from her grail, is now
a little child, and coming for our souls.
The last ritual is finished at last
and all will be judged.

Visions of war, slaves of my son.
Demons dancing, screaming with hate.
The last ritual, a demon child is alive.

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